Yesterday was my last day hanging with the Fire Department. These four guys (Ian, Dan, Adolph and Kyle) referred to me as the "white cloud," because every time I was there, all calls stopped. In the month and a half I spent at the fire station, I only went on three calls. None of them were traumatic or fatal. This is great for my home town, but not necessarily for my writing.

If anything, I have the utmost respect for the men and women of the world who answer our 911 calls. They have little or no idea what they are going to be walking into--a woman who couldn't get her order of Chicken Mc Nuggets to a four car MVA with multiple fatalities. They have to think on their feet, keep calm, and try their best to save our lives.